capeandcowllogs | so they came into the outway

WHO: Gemma Doyle & you!
WHERE: Central Park, etc.
WHEN: All day Sunday, specify a time if you'd like!
WARNINGS: N/A.
SUMMARY: Gemma is sketching in the park and just generally being a derp. She might break out her magic, if the mood strikes her. Come bother her!!
FORMAT: Quick to start, whatever after.

[It wasn't quite chilly enough for a real jacket yet, so Gemma had elected to wear a heavy shawl instead. Drawing supplies in hand, she had made her way to the park early on Sunday morning so she could draw the trees and such before too many people crowded the walkways. She hadn't sat down to draw in a long time, and knew that Miss McCleethy (and Miss Moore, but she tried not to think about the latter) would be disappointed if her skill waned.

It didn't take her long to find a bench in the sunlight, a bit off the beaten path. Peace and quiet was something she was looking forward to, at least for an hour or two. An old oak tree caught her eye, and after taking out her charcoal and pencils, she pulled out a fresh page of paper and began to sketch.]

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[The redhead bit her lip as she tried to think of what to say. Oh, have you seen any terrifying visions of the future lately? didn't seem like a good place to start. But she desperately wanted to know, and so her common sense and curiosity made a compromise:]

How... have you been?

I... fine, I guess. Tired. [Pause.] School's a pain.

[She doesn't really know how to handle the small talk thing. She keeps to herself mostly, not usually a problem because everyone at that snooty private art school knows she's a imPort and while the artsy-types like to pretend they're all liberal in the end... she's just a little too out there for them.

Not that she cares or anything.]

[The redhead couldn't help but nod at that--she remembered how going to school was. At least Xavier's had been better for her than Spence. But she was still curious--she wasn't much for small talk either, but she was going to make an effort.]

Where do you go for school?

It's an art school, private, they gave me scholarship.

[She motioned to the bag of supplies spilled out on the grass.]

I need to be a better artist, it's how I, I dunno, focus the things I see.

[Nodding, she smiled a bit.]

I... wish I had something to focus with. Instead, I'm usually caught up in it all with no way out.

What's it like... for you?

[She's never met another Watcher like her, except for her Mother. Well, maybe not exactly like her, but Gemma seemed close enough, right?]

[She takes a moment to think about this. She doesn't think it will scare Cassie, per se, but it's definitely... different.]

It starts at my fingertips--I can feel them start to shake. And it moves up my arms and into my very center. Sometimes it's... painful. My muscles spasm and I can hardly breathe. But the pain is only temporary. Then the images come--sometimes they're just flashes, random things, but other times, entire scenes. Like from a moving picture. There's always some level of interpretation, of course.

Huh... [That sounded pretty awful and for a moment, Cassie was unabashedly grateful for what she got.]

I just feel like my skull's splitting and I'm on the world's worst acid trip.

[Gemma isn't sure what "acid trip" means, but it seems to have a negative connotation. She bites her lip.]

It seems as if pain is a requisite part.

It doesn't always hurt.

[She sighs and leans back.]

When I'm looking and when it's close, when I'm in control, it's not too bad. But when it comes on it's own, when it forces its way in...

[Gemma nods, completely understanding.]

My first vision... I'd never been in so much pain in my life. I thought I was dying.

Ouch.

[Cassie didn't know what to say to that. It sucked, big time, there was nothing she could say that would change it.]

[Gemma understood that, too.]

To put it lightly, yes.

So... [Cassie motions to the sketchpad in Gemma's hands.] Do you draw your visions, too?

[A short laugh, and she shakes her head.]

This is merely recreational. Usually, I write them down.

You do this for fun?

[Cassie's look was a little incredulous, yeah, it was a little fun, but it was work for her. Work and generally the harbinger of some very bad shit.]

so they came into the outway

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